The familiar voice of housework came from the room next door. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the room was very shabby.
Even the quilt he was covering himself with was very solemn. Although there was a lingering fragrance, the color of the fabric was very dark.
There was no longer the worry and fear he had when he was rescued for the first time. He listened to the voice, stood up and said, "Is there anyone there?"
The sound next door suddenly stopped, and he asked again.
After a while, the door opened.
A slender woman with a sad face appeared holding his clothes, and she also held his boots in her hands.
The man who woke up was in high spirits and exuded a handsome temperament. The woman paused slightly in embarrassment, but pushed the door open.
"you're awake!"
"Thank you, girl. May I ask where this is?"
He was wearing a middle coat, and he didn't dare to let the woman stand all the time. He quickly got up, took the clothes and put them on. Naturally, he hung the gold lock around his neck.
"Puch!"
The always nervous woman couldn't help laughing, and Nayun quickly turned around.
"You are such an adult, do you still wear this?"
This woman's smile is enough to brighten up the shabby room.
"Of course, these are the thoughts my parents left for me, and I need to wear them."
The smile stopped and the woman asked tentatively: "What about your parents and family?"
"They are all dead."
Having said these words, Nan Yun did not expect that one day he would be able to face the death of his family calmly, and he was a little dazed for a while.
"Ah? I'm sorry, I thought you were just injured in passing."
He grabbed the long sword from the chair beside him. He took it out of its sheath and checked it before speaking, but the villagers' ridicule came from outside.
"Hey, Widow Wang, where is this man under your roof?"
"Huh? You're not hiding again, are you?"
"It's normal for people to fall asleep cold in the middle of the night and pick up a man to warm their bed."
The voices of these women were so pungent that the women in the room immediately became angry.
She went out immediately and said under the eaves: "It's warm. It's more useful than that sick and consumptive trash in your family. I'm really a widow. What's wrong with picking up a man? You're a widow. You don't even dare to pick one up. What's wrong? No."
When someone steps on the threshold of your house, you can only do the crowing of an old hen?"
One of the women immediately stopped refuting, while the other two women clucked their tongues in surprise and hurriedly reassured their companions not to argue with Widow Wang, a poisonous bitch.
The woman scolded the three of them and drove them away, then went into the house and cried loudly. Nanyun was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Not long after the three people left, several men came with hoes on their shoulders, and someone shouted from outside the door.
"Daughter-in-law of the Wang family, I'm giving you a hard time. Those women are just mean-mouthed. Here are some herbs that the next generation may need. When I come back in the evening, I'll tell everyone in the village. It won't ruin your reputation. Who dares to do that again?"
Just talk nonsense, I guarantee she won’t survive in this village.”
This is an old voice, full of vitality.
Looking at the woman crying silently, Nanyun put down the sword in his hand, opened the door and walked out.
Outside the house was a kind old man. The old man just put the herbs under the eaves and kept a distance from the woman's house. Behind him were a few strong men holding farm tools. Two of them looked at the house with their eyes askew.
"Thank you, husband, my late birth has recovered."
Nayun was dressed appropriately, although there were a few obvious patches on his cuffs, but overall he looked really handsome, and the old man burst into laughter.
"Oh, that's amazing. I didn't see your little guy looking so young last night. Well, okay, okay, that's good."
After the old man finished praising him, he continued: "Where is the Wang family's wife?"
"This girl is not in a good mood and doesn't want to talk."
It seemed that he also understood what those women who had gone to the ground would say. After sighing, the old man nodded kindly to Nanyun, turned around and chased the men away.
Walking under the eaves, Nan Yun looked at these dry herbs and was stunned!
How is it possible? This is hemolytic grass?
He crouched down and carefully identified the fine serrations and stripes on the leaves, confirming that this was a top-quality herb that was very useful for strengthening the body.
Turning back with the herbs, he realized that these rooms were indeed a bit cold and shabby.
Without thinking much, he was about to enter the house.
Bang!
The closed door almost hit his nose, and the woman in the room made a sound.
"You have recovered, just leave quickly!"
"May I ask, girl, is this village forbidden to outsiders?"
"Of course not, no need to say more, you can leave quickly."
"Oh, let me borrow the girl's hatchet and I'll leave right away!"
After taking a drop of Linghua Dew, Nanyun broke off a leaf of hemolytic grass and chewed it in his mouth. The extremely bitter and bitter feeling came, but he walked to the side and started chopping with great enjoyment.
The woman never opened the door and came out again, and he was busy outside.
At noon, the sound of chopping was still heard. Villagers returning home for dinner passed by, and he greeted them familiarly.
After a while, the sounds outside stopped, and the shaved bamboo slices were piled neatly in front of the woman's door.
The woman in the room finally felt relieved and thought he was gone, so she sat alone on the bed feeling aggrieved.
She didn't know how long it had passed, but she suddenly saw Nayun's long sword still on the chair next to her.
"Ah? This?"
She hurriedly went out with her long sword in her arms, only to see that the open space in front of her house was surrounded by an exquisite fence. There were a lot of game hanging on the pillars under the eaves, and thick animal skins were neatly stacked on the ground.
with a bunch of fresh herbs.
"Why doesn't this man leave? What is he going to do?"
Looking around, she couldn't find where Nan Yun had gone.
After a while, there was a huge noise behind the house. She hurriedly ran to the corner of the eaves and looked around. She found Nanyun walking towards a thick camphor tree. The fence was a little in the way. He simply squatted down and jumped up, carrying the big tree.
Jump in and start lighting a fire.
"What are you doing? Leave quickly!"
Throwing the long sword to the ground, the woman grabbed her hatchet and looked at Nan Yun warily.
Ignoring her, Nanyun made a fire and put the game under the eaves on the shelf to smoke.
It soon became dark, and the woman kept stubbornly watching him from under the eaves. He didn't say anything, but stayed by the fire to smoke game.
When the old man came, he saw the fence, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. He glanced at the two people who seemed to be in a stalemate, nodded, and left with hands behind his back.
It was smoldering for a long time, and when he got home, he got up and walked over.
"You, what are you going to do?"
The woman was holding the knife and was extremely nervous.
He didn't say anything, but squatted down, hugged her legs, and carried her into the house. She stiffened and froze.
"I'll find something to put away the food. Do you have a bather at home? I need a bath."
He gently pressed the woman's shoulders, and while talking, he took off the gold lock and put it on her.
The woman murmured and got up and started to boil water in the woodshed next door.
The atmosphere during the night bath was very ambiguous. He scooped up water one by one and poured it down her neck. A suppressed sound made her start to tremble.